Lead Vocal by Greg
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century.
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with your own success
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call.
You're always talking 'bout the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
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Lead Vocal by Greg
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century.
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with your own success
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call.
You're always talking 'bout the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century.
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with your own success
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call.
You're always talking 'bout the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Writer: GREG KEELOR, JIM CUDDY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group